Top of the third. Mitchell took a couple minutes to get his catching gear off and switch to his batting gear. Dave even beat him out to the on deck circle, taking practice swings like he was aiming for the fences.
Noah put his helmet on and started to tug on his batting gloves. His legs were bouncing up and down, showing how eager he was. He suddenly looked to me. "Let me steal second if this works."
My lips twitched. "For you to get up, one of three before you had to get on. I don't think second would be open, but if it is, I'll leave it up to you."
"Everyone will get on." Noah stated confidently.
Sometimes Noah spoke like it was a premonition, but other times...he was full of it. Mitchell pulled a fly ball to left field, which was easily caught for the first out.
"Ok, maybe not." Noah laughed as he jumped up. "I'm going to go tell Coach what I plan to do. If I get the opportunity." He bounced his way to Coach looking like the energizer bunny.
